After Yue Ling left, Yue Hu closed the door behind her, a faint smile hanging on her lips as she looked towards her unconscious master.
She walked towards him step by step, the bright candlelight illuminating the Golden Hairpin on her head, which sparkled dazzlingly.
While she undressed, her eyes remained fixed on his handsome features.
From the moment of her birth, her mother had sensed that she and her sisters would someday face a disaster.
Hence, they were sent to cultivate, with the hope that they could overcome the impending peril.
But was this disaster the one her mother had foreseen?
Probably not, for she was merely curing her master of poison and forfeiting her chance to become an Immortal. Moreover, it wouldn't implicate Yue Ling.
Immortals could marry, but only among themselves.
